Monday Gunday

Mmm, you only care about America because someone told you to, don't you Squidward? Piss Zip 3, 2 Who that boy with the shit eating grin on his face? In the back of the class drawing shit Screw that toy in his hand dropped off momma van Johnathan always love to talk shit Lil Darkie throw a fit I don't fit With the kids, I'mma split Every brain in this bitch That I can It's a disease Someone please help me off of my knees But you can't But you won't But you can't Fuck all you then I don't care anymore I'm a bear, you a deer Got your pores leaking fear Kill the whores, shedding tears It's all fake Where were they when a lake Of my blood on the floor Let it pour I adore What you've done by yourself Gun in my backpack Done with your health I let my pistol rack back (Bap!) Parents scared, got the parents scared Sharing articles on what their kid should wear Not how I got here How I do not care Sharon's hair in a clot of the thoughts Told the bitch bully me popping shots Better watch your back I am karma, I can harm ya I'm a farmer for ya souls The alarm has gotten pulled I'll be on my way On my way In my grave, sieze the day Run my fade Run my fade Run my fade Run my fade Debts been paid Debts been paid Debts been paid I can leave I can leave Fuck this world Throw my shade Watch me hurl At my brain Every name That you gave I'm in pain I'm in pain Give me fame Say my name Make no change Sunday, gone pray Monday, run away Gunday Gunplay Gun me Done aye